Your Friend and Mine - Empty Offices

Hop in the car
No time to waste
You must go far
To get a taste
Suck it up, ride it out, you can make it
Golden sun shining bright ahead
Adorning bones, brittle white, overpasses
Winding snakes through the land of the dead
Vacant office buildings obsolete while kids sleep on the street
Empty pockets cold concrete, huddled masses used for meat
Whoa, whoa
Gas
Brake
For your own sake, just stay awake
In your lane, pouring rain, can't complain. What's to gain?
Run inside, washing up, we can make it
Lots to do for the day ahead
Time to dream slipping by like a landslide
Bearing weight, sleeping late with the dead
Vacant office buildings obsolete while kids sleep on the street
Empty pockets cold concrete, huddled masses used for meat
Vacant office buildings obsolete while kids sleep on the street
Empty pockets cold concrete, huddled masses used for meat
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa

Written by:
Chet Sullivan

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